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Three Red Lines
Etched across unyielding flesh
One red line
Crimson tears wept
Upon linen fresh
Flitting steel
Lay two red lines
Side by side
Odious reminders of hope denied
Chaotic confusion hidden behind
Penniless pronouns
He, she, him or her
Artless words held by Cruelty's Captor
Three red lines
Blood stained highwaymen
Pilfering the soul
Of life once gained
Those nearby witness
Miserly motility shunning regard
A godless heart
You wait for them to cry?
Hand in hand they stand
Painfully they await
Father and mother together
Reflect upon your fate
Him, her, he or she
Penniless pronouns of an exhausted mind
"Their" life ended
By three red lines
Copyright ©
Jim Hirtle
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